This is a song about "Jordan birthday"

Jordan belfort leopards don’t change their spots

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Trayvon martin, jordan davis, rodney king, racist cop shit,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Im like jordan in his prime i go soarin with these lines

Now you buying birthday presents

And i need you to show me love

Your birthday and anniversary

They say nothings ever free

She’s a star if i ever seen one

My nouns and verbs go swish like michael jordan

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt